Christmas Hints. Model Kit. (While you’re at the hobby store, there’s this one as well…) Light summer reading. iPod accessory.
Changes. This page is now at least halfway coded with CSS instead of nested tables; I made a few changes to the column width for easier Powerbook editing and readability’s sake, reduced the size of the pictures and generally scraped another 20% of gunk out of the HTML. Next up is a redesign of the calendar nav to the left to further reduce the pageload. Let me know if you find anything ugly, and what browser you’re using on what platform.
RIP, Mrs. Betty. Jen and I got out of bed early on Saturday so that we could check out an estate sale in the neighborhood. We didn’t recognize the address, but when we followed the signs, we pulled up in front of the tidy house down the street from Jen’s old apartment building. (A little history: Jen’s old apartment building was one of the original estate mansions in Catonsville. The caretaker’s house, set off and to the east of the main building, later became a private residence, and the house in question.) Jen may write about this at some point, so I won’t go into too much detail here, but she knew the woman who owned the house, an elderly lady known as Mrs. Betty. A sweeter, kinder woman has never walked the earth (except, maybe, my two Grandmas). We looked through the house and picked out a mirror in an upstairs bedroom, then got to talking with Mrs. Betty’s son, who let us know that she passed a couple of days before our wedding. Having never taken her up on a standing invitation to stop by for tea, both Jen and I left feeling guilty and sad.
Busy Weekend:
- Haircut. I was reaching Art Garfunkel stage again—bad scene, man.
- Consulted with the Cauzzis about some home improvement projects. I’m going to give Todd a hand with some house upgrades.
- Raked and bagged leaves in the backyard. Good timing, because it’s raining this week.
- Laundry. Our water is stained with rust while the DPW replaces valves or some bullshit in the neighborhood. Memo to the Baltimore County folks in charge: next time, wait until the day after Thanksgiving before you poison my water. Washing a turkey with water from a Brita pitcher is a pain in the ass.
- Washed the walls in the downstairs hallway. The wierd concrete fill on the wall was covering a PVC pipe behind the lathe, most likely a new drain for the upstairs sink.